Sweetie Got Out!

Sweetie Got Out!!

SWEETIE GOT OUT!!!

 

 

I really hate being the one where the buck stops……….

 

 

 

You know the expression……………..”The Buck Stops Here”?

Well, apparently there’s a big “X” tattooed on my forehead…

I have a list of things that rattle me…

Some are extremely obvious, some don’t make sense at all…

 

 

(……….like those swarms of those little black beetle bugs that were in my bed a few springs ago………..)

 

 

I lost my &%$*$#& over that one……….and I don’t really know why…

 

Swarmed by bees……….not something that I prefer………..but something to deal with and dispatch quickly…

 

But those beady black beetles?  Crawling up my pajama legs?

Yep, I lost my cookies over that incident…

*****See: Black Beetle Hysteria*****

I may have run down the hallway stumbling & babbling.

But here’s a new one, just added to my “Now We Panic” list……………..

…………………….Sweetie Getting Out…………………….

She’s big;     She’s smelly;     She’s got tusks (2);     She doesn’t play by the rules…

~~~~~~~~~~It was a sunny day……………..(it’s usually a sunny day~~~~~it’s Florida…….)

My younger daughter and I were pulling the wheelbarrow of feed out to the back goats and pigs…

All was normal…

All was fine…

 

My daughter and I enter the pasture and we were immediately surrounded by obnoxious goats (not unusual)……….and one equally obnoxious hairy, short, fat, black one……….

 

It took me a moment to realize that it was Sweetie!!!!!???!!!!!

 

AND SWEETIE WAS OUT!!!!!!!

And Sweetie starts doing normal, feral pig-stuff…………she starts trying to hook the goat bucket out of my hands…….while bashing me in the leg……..normal feral pig-stuff, right!!!???

 

I don’t mind saying…….panic was quickly setting in……..she hasn’t been out & loose since…….FOREVER!

(At least I was wearing Patrice this time…….she’s super helpful…….she’s seen me through thick & thin……..but never a semi-charging, feral sow…….so this was new.)

 

My daughter & I quickly exited through the gate…….Sweetie wanted to too.

You know that sinking feeling when you know SOMETHING has to be done………and there’s no one else to point at to do it…….?

 

What made matters imminently more serious, was that the other pigs were clamoring & trying to scale their fencing to join in Sweetie’s frolic!!!……….!!!

Augh!!!!!!!!!

 

 

So armed with the biggest buckets in both hands, I re-entered the pasture.

I used the buckets as defensive-barriers for my legs.

 

Sweetie kept bashing them……….and we continued that “lure & bash” dance back to her pen’s gate (which was unlocked and open?)

I threw a bucket inside.

 

Fortunately Sweetie followed the bucket…….

 

Her babies (who were also out) fortunately followed her back inside too…

 

I was fortunate………….I know…

I was also super lucky………….I know this too.

 

 

But what else was I to do, Pascal?

Pascal…….don’t tell anyone…

…….this was not intellectually one of my finer moments……..

……….but I lived to tell the tale……….